Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 12:24:01 -0700
From: LA Guy
Subject: We're All Capitalists Now, Chp. 5

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great deal will not, some will even go well past that point into the
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Chp. 5

Gathering the Team

Andre Vasilievich

What fun it was to see Miki again. He was as much of a cut up as ever.
There sat my beautiful Pavel, half on the arm of Miki's chair and half on
Miki's lap, trying desperately to fulfill my command and tell Miki
everything he knew about me and the project that he'd gleaned from his work
as a codes clerk. And, Miki had insinuated the joy finger from his left
hand into Pavel's chute.

Pavel, who'd never before had anything at all go up that pipe found this
development distracting, indeed. I could see the look of concentration on
Miki's face coupled with a series of slight, even subtle movements of his
arm. Suddenly, Pavel's voice cracked like an adolescent's and his eyes grew
huge with surprise. Miki had found what he was looking for.

Pavel's prostate was now under attack. He looked across at me and I nodded
sagely as if intent on encouraging him to continue his recitation. Pavel's
beautiful helmeted warrior was beginning to stand up and look the room
over. In no time, however, that proud soldier was surely rendered blind as
his solitary eye was soon weeping copiously.

Pavel was becoming more agitated and he looked down at Miki with confusion
and fear in bold relief across his face. Miki, his face the mask of one
extremely interested in what he was hearing continued his direct assault on
Pavel's pleasure center.

The boy kept up his discourse but it was becoming increasingly disjointed.
Mercifully, Pavel came to the end of his confessions, for make no mistake
that's just exactly what his monologue was. Pavel admitted everything he' d
learned about the project while decoding my "Eyes Only" messages from me to
the Chairman. And, while he didn't know everything, he knew a lot. The
Chairman had been right to remove him from his barracks mates and give him
to me. My sweet, innocent, beautiful Pavel was unintentionally dangerous,
and had to be neutralized - one way or another.

Once Pavel had finished his recitation, I then made Miki an offer to come
on board the project as my second in command. Miki had no reservations and
wholeheartedly agreed to serve the project and me. At just that moment
Pavel's prostate gave up the fight and began spitting the boy's baby batter
all over the place. Mindful of the fact that I'd told him he was not to
ejaculate without permission, he exclaimed, "Oh, General, I didn't mean
to. I've done nothing to cause it. . ." His hooded pink soldier fired its
first salvo, followed by an impressive barrage.

When he'd finished his impersonation of a sexual machine gun, I ordered him
to attention and he fairly flew to obey. This boy was new to his slavery,
but he'd been working in the Lubyanka for something close to three years
and I'm certain he had a very good idea of just what our capabilities were
down in the basements. "Look at the mess you've made on the officer's
pants, the chair, both your legs and even your stomach. What do you think
you should do about it?" I asked.

He was in a panic and didn't know which way to turn. Miki prompted him,
"Don't you think you should clean up your mess?" "Oh, yes Sir! Do you know
where the. . . " "You don't need cleaning supplies, you stupid slave. Use
your mouth" I ordered. "And start on the blobs you shot onto the officer's
uniform trousers." It took probably three seconds for the meaning of my
words to sink in and I could see the reaction he had to overcome as it
telegraphed across his face.

He'd never tasted semen before and he was now to suck up his own cum or go
to the basement cells. Fear of the Lubyanka's basements overcame any
revulsion he might have felt as he fell to his knees and began trying to
suck his jism out of Miki's pants. Miki smiled at me over Pavel's head. We
were playing again as we'd done for so many years spent working alongside
each other.

Once the spots on Miki's pants were saturated with Pavel's saliva and no
further trace of his semen was visible I barked, "Now, clean the chair as
you did the officer's trousers." Pavel rushed towards the chair on his
knees and leaned into it licking and slobbering. This raised his ass into
the air and both Miki and I exchanged glances of approval. Miki was the
friend of my youth, my comrade in arms, but I was going to have Pavel's
cherry and no one else, and the look on my face told Miki that!

When he believed that he'd cleaned the chair of every last vestige of his
cannonade, he looked expectantly at me. "Must I tell you everything?" I
demanded. "You slopped onto your legs and up your abdomen. Use your hand,
gather your slime and then clean your hand with your mouth." Quickly he
scraped himself clean and then sucked his fingers like a kid who'd been
licking his mother's baking bowl, except that unlike the kid with the bowl
he was very obviously very unhappy. Compliant, indeed, but unhappy. Well,
given time, I could change even that about him.

"Come on Miki. You and I need to go downstairs and grab some supplies. We
can take the four clerks in the outer office and of course the slave can
come and help carry things back." The look of shock on Pavel's face was
wonderful. While I enjoyed seeing the panic with which he contemplated
leaving the office and sauntering down to the basements naked, I couldn't
let it continue as we had mountains to move. "Hurry up slave, put on your
trousers and tunic, nothing else. Your nakedness is for my pleasure and
that of such of my friends as I designate. In the meantime going with us
barefoot will serve to remind you of your true status should you consider
any form of misbehavior."

He rushed over to the corner where he'd laid his clothing. He had his
trousers and tunic on in almost as short a time as it'd taken to get them
off him. While he was thus occupied Miki lifted his left hand up and passed
it back and forth under his nose then looked at Pavel and raised his
eyebrow at me. I shook my head "no". Pavel had made extraordinary progress
adapting to the realities of his new life. I didn't want to push him so
hard that I broke him. "All in good time my dear Miki, all in good time," I
told him then I pointed toward the office's private loo. Miki smiled at me,
shook his head and passed his hand under his nose again. We locked eyes and
burst into laughter, opened the door and left the office trailed by Pavel
and the four clerks.

At the door to the outer office there were four guards thoughtfully
provided by the colonel. I instructed two of them to attend us and required
the other two to maintain their stations. Our passage through the hallways
to the elevators was uneventful. Occasionally someone would notice Pavel's
bare feet, now and again an individual made as if to reproach him for his
disheveled condition. They, however, were silently warned away by our two
guards. The elevator was a bit tight for nine but we made do. In fact, my
five little spies that had reported so exhaustive on Pavel's body through
his uniform to me, made cursory investigations of two, very startled,
clerks.

It was interesting to observe our fellow passengers as the elevator sank
below ground. The two guards were stone faced, they'd obviously made this
trip many times before bringing wretches to their doom. The four clerks
were uneasy, but Pavel, who'd had all his comfortable notions about
personal safety ripped from under him, was as nervous as a thoroughbred at
the starting gate. His problem was that unlike the horse, he had no place
to run and knew it.

Miki lead us past the reception and intake areas heading directly for one
of the central halls surrounded by cells. It was into these halls or
chambers that prisoners were dragged when it was time to work on them.

Miki called some guards to help us. He instructed his staff to find a box
for each clerk and one for Pavel and to fill them with ankle chains, wrist
chains, steel collars and all the sorts of things we'd be needing. He
pointed to me and told them not to keep the Colonel General waiting. They
jumped to their chores with a pleasing alacrity. Miki then winked at me and
instructed Pavel to follow him. He unlocked a cell door and stood at its
mouth and barked, "Come out!" A naked youth shuffled out as the chains on
his ankles clanked against the floor. Miki positioned Pavel so that he had
an unobstructed view of Miki and his prisoner. "This German was spying on
the transportation grid of the peace loving peoples of this Union. Kneel
spy." The prisoner made as if to say something (perhaps to protest his
innocence?) but at Miki's shouted order, "Open your mouth" the prisoner was
so well trained that his mouth shot open as if spring loaded. Miki, then
inserted the first and second fingers of his left hand into the prisoner's
mouth. "Now suck my fingers clean, dog," he instructed. Pavel was
transfixed, rooted to the spot. Obviously he was having trouble processing
everything he'd been undergoing this day He, Miki, and I watched the broken
German lad sucking Miki's fingers like a calf at its mother's udder.

"Miki," I said to him while I was thinking about it, "I'd like you to
review in your mind the staff down here and come up with the names of a few
good men who'd fit in with our project. We can't take too many but we can
take some."

"What about prisoners?" he asked. "Oh, they don't count. Of course you can
take prisoners, but other than your little pet here, why would you want to
bring prisoners? Effectively all our trainees will be prisoners," I
countered.

"Yes, but remember when were raw recruits and they took us for Chemical and
Biological Warfare training? There we were all suited up in our protective
gear and they brought in condemned prisoners. They were naked and cuffed.
Then our instructors opened the atomizer of whatever the agent was that we
were being shown on that day. What happened to that prisoner right there in
front of our eyes was always a better classroom example and motivator than
any dry lecture ever could be. I was thinking to have a starter group
available if and when really persuasive examples were required," he
answered. "Remember," he said, "If we only threaten and threaten, sooner or
later our threats will cease to terrify. But if our trainees can see
someone who actually pays a price. . . that example will be worth more than
a thousand threats."

I beamed at him, "Ah, Miki, we are going to do so well out of this project!
Come on, they're back with the boxes, let's get up to the office. You and I
have a lot to do." Miki locked his pet back into his cell, we gathered our
little caravan and returned to the offices. I had the boxes taken to the
office that used to belong to the Party's man and instructed the clerks to
empty them and sort and catalog their contents. I had Pavel follow Miki and
me as I didn't want him talking to the clerks.

On my way into my inner office, I instructed Pavel to call the Chairman's
assistant and request a five minute meeting as soon as would be convenient
for the Chairman. "When you've a time for my meeting with the Chairman,
knock on my door," I told him. Then I closed the door behind me and to Miki
said, "Come here Miki I want to show you where we'll be located." I
unrolled an old Red Army survey map of the abandoned gulag we were about to
inherit.

Miki came, stood beside me and together we poured over what would shortly
become our mini-kingdom. It had once housed fifteen thousand prisoners and
staff. There was agricultural land adjacent which the prisoners could
work. To the north and the west we were bounded by dense mixed forests of
pine and some hardwoods. A large fresh water lake to the east was fed by a
tributary and should provide us with water and fish. The agricultural land
was to the south. It had been worked by Stalin's prisoners and shouldn't
require too much to bring it back to the point of feeding our detachment.

The map even showed notations of some unspecified kinds of mines and
wells. When time and the press of necessary work allowed, we'd have to
investigate them and see if they could be worked and made to help further
defray our operating expenses. Even if they aren't particularly productive,
they'll provide an excellent method for building up those of our trainees
who arrive there skinny and underdeveloped.

We made plans for re-opening the facilities and determined at length the
manpower requirements for each separate section of our project.

We picked up the personnel files of the men in the basement and between us
we reviewed them with an eye to culling out the best suited for our
needs. While going through the stack of files I came across Miki's own file
and quietly moved it aside. We were deeply into our task when Pavel's knock
sounded. I tucked Miki's file under my arm and leaving him to peruse the
other files opened the door. "Yes?" I called. "Sir, the Chairman's
assistant says that no time is good because of the coup but if you need
only five minutes, he says to come now," Pavel said.

Knowing Miki had overheard, I called to him saying I'd be right back and to
carry on. "Pavel, to back into my office and resume your office uniform.
See if you can't be of help to the Guards officer. Guard," I barked,
"whichever of you is best able to handle the switchboard is to take over my
assistant's place. The rest are to insure that no one, absolutely no one
enters without my permission." Then in what I hoped looked no more hurried
than a trot I left the office heading toward the Chairman's office.

Mikhiel Petrovich

Andre showed me the map of the abandoned gulag we were about to inherit and
we went over it together. It definitely had great potential. Using it's
facilities and the lands that surrounded it, we would be able to engage in
all the training programs he had proposed. My heart fairly sang!

While we were discussing the facility and what we would need to re-open it
and begin our work, his slave knocked on the door. Andre grabbed what
looked like a file and ran to the door. Pavel, the slave, announced that
the meeting Andre had requested with the Chairman was to take place
immediately and after ordering Pavel to enter the inner office and "resume
his office uniform" then make himself helpful to me. He ordered a guard to
take over the receptionist's desk and then instructed all four guards that
no one was to enter the office without his express command. For the
briefest moment, I wondered if that also meant that I was to be kept in?
But, that did not seem so as Andre had said what he intended and the order
was to keep people out, not in. He then hurried away to his meeting.

Pavel entered the office closing the door behind himself and very quietly
moved over to a corner of the room and began removing his tunic. Once that
was carefully folded and lain atop his underclothing and boots he
unfastened his trousers, then just as quietly came over and stood at
attention slightly behind me and off to my side. I let him remain there for
a minute or so before turning to stare him directly in the eye.

"So slave, your Master has ordered that you assist me. Do you know anything
about manpower staffing? About planning for the feeding, housing or care of
thousands of men?" Of course he answered in the negative and I could see
exactly the reaction I was trying to build in him rising to the fore. As he
continued to confront his inadequacy on each front he was being inexorably
brought to fear that he'd be determined to be useless and sent to the
basements and from thence out as a small box of ashes. He had, of course,
no way to know that a small box of ashes had already been sent out to his
parents with his name on it. When the time was right, I'd make sure that he
saw the shipping receipt for the box.

"Well, slave, I have work to do. I'm going to sit at this desk and I'll be
pouring over the maps and reports here. There is something that you can do
which will 'assist' me while I work. You've already today tasted semen for
the first time so any additional semen will no longer be new to you. Get
your worthless ass into the foot well of the desk and turn so that you are
facing me as I sit there. Good, you are able to follow orders exactly." By
now I was seated on the big chair and looking past my knees and under the
desk at the slave's upturned face. He was a study in fear and
apprehension. "Do I have to tell you everything? Can you not figure out how
to 'assist' me as I work away up here on the desk?"

There was a pause of only a moment or two while the slave hoped that he
didn't understand what was expected of him. Then the moment of epiphany
when he realized exactly what was expected and resigned himself to
it. After all he'd just been to the basements, seen the cells and one of
their occupants and knew that however bad his current circumstances were,
they were infinitely better than they'd be downstairs. He sort of gulped
and then nodded his head in acknowledgement and acquiescence. "Good,
slave. Then I'll get to my job and you get to yours," I said as I rolled
forward in the chair, trapping him under the desk and bringing myself into
a position from which I could get some work done.

"What are you waiting for? Open my trousers, pull them down, there'd better
not be any more spillage on my pants' legs, and get to work. Start
suckling. Slave, you'd do yourself a favor if you make sure that I don't
have to waste my time giving you minute by minute, point by point
instructions. Now suckle, damn you!" Sure enough, in only a beat or two I
felt his fingers at my belt then the button at the top of my trousers. In
no time his shaking fingers had all the buttons undone and because I was in
a mood to be merciful, I lifted my ass and taking his cue, he slid my pants
and underpants down to my ankles.

Oh, I was looking forward to this, so forward, but I wanted him to do the
work and had deliberately not allowed myself to harden. I was, admittedly,
half hard but who wouldn't be under these circumstances? And, it had been
hours since I'd had my German, I was ready to give the slave a high protein
snack. The slave had seen my German suck clean the fingers that had been up
his chute and while my cock had been up my German earlier today, there
shouldn't be much scent as I'd made the German suck it clean, but still
there might be some residual scent, perhaps from the German's saliva?

I could feel his long tapered fingers pick up my cock, (hum, I wonder if
with those fingers he played the piano, it would be a waste I he didn't -
amazing the extraneous things one thinks of while preparing to get a blow
job) I slid forward a bit to give him easier and more thorough access. I
could actually hear him sniffing my cockhead. He was having to deal with
all the ingrained responses that he'd now have to abandon if he hoped to
survive in his new life. Then I felt it, his velvet smooth tongue. It
licked just the very end of my cock, my head always poked a bit past it's
hood. I'd always thought it looked rather like a pink monk with his hood
partially up but not completely obscuring his face. There was a part of me
that envied the slave his extra skin.

I'd had enough of his pusillanimous little licks and half hearted tongue
swipes and barked, "Slave!" I was immediately rewarded by feeling my cock
slip into the bliss of his mouth. "Keep your damn teeth off my cock. Wrap
your lips over your teeth and get to work on me. You don't want me to have
to stop what I'm doing to correct you again. You really don't." I told
him. For what had to be his first foray into the art and practice of cock
sucking he showed promise, though I certainly wasn't going to tell him
that. For now, at least, what he needed to further his training was to be
kept off balance and made to keep trying.

I was enjoying his efforts but I had work to do and bent to my tasks. Being
distracted by work from what he was doing to my cock meant that he'd have
to work harder and longer to bring me off. I was being immediately rewarded
for working at my job by the prolongation of the suck job I was
enjoying. Isn't life wonderful?

"Boy, you're still a ways away from coaxing my load out, but I'm warning
you now. When it comes out, you'd better catch every drop and eat it. If
only so much as drop is found on the floor, the chair or wherever, you will
rue the day you were born. We're not that far from the basements. Now back
to work. Suckle, little piglet. And, while you're doing that, bring your
hands up and taking one of my balls into each of your hands, massage them
gently." I'd always been partial to having my balls played with while I was
being sucked off. The slave's long tapered fingers obeyed me instantly.

Andre's meeting with the Chairman must have truly been for only five
minutes because the door opened and he strode into the office with the look
of the cat that'd gotten the cream. Andre closed the door behind him and
looked around the office, probably wondering where the slave was? He looked
at the pile of the slave's clothing in the corner. I'm sure he noted the
presence there of the slave's tunic and trousers. I sat there grinning at
him and suddenly understanding lit up his face and he burst out in
laughter.

"I guess I know where the slave is and what he's doing? Not much else he
could do to be of help to you while you work on the manpower and logistics
we're going to need," he said. We both burst out laughing and the slave's
mouth continued with its task.

"I got everything I asked for. The Chairman, it appears, has been
ruminating about our requirements and in some cases he beat me to the
punch. He volunteered that there must be at lease a couple of tons of
restraint devices lying in some of the unused cells way back in the old
"Okhrana" sections. He's already sent orders for them to be boxed and
prepared for shipment to our little "principality". He's arranged for
sufficient battle rations to sustain a force of seventy-five hundred for
eighteen months to begin their journey to the camp. Actually, they're to be
dropped on pallets by parachute right into the center parade ground and
should be there before we arrive. He also picked out for us a major to
command our Spetznatz unit to train the security teams for hire that we're
going to develop. Oh, and I'm sorry Miki but he felt that a Warrant Officer
was too low ranking an individual to be my second in command so he has
appointed a colonel to back me up. I got all that in actually, less than
five minutes," he told me.

I had been agreeing with each thing he'd been saying as he said it until he
got to the last item. I'm sure my disappointment showed on my face. Of
course I said nothing. I'm a soldier and a soldier takes his orders and
performs them to the best of his abilities. I would soldier on only now for
the first time in my career, I found myself looking at my future in the
basements as "second best". I ruefully looked at the map and the manpower
workups I'd been working with and as I brought my eyes back up to Andre's
face, he burst into the deepest laughter. He pointed at me but couldn't say
anything, he was laughing so hard. I sat there a figure of misery and
couldn't understand why my old friend could so enjoy my unhappiness.

Finally, Andre got control of himself and again pointing at me said, "Your
promotion is, like mine only a brevet, but who knows how long that
'temporary' status will last, Colonel Miki?"

Suddenly the import of what he'd said sank in and in that instant I came
like I'd never come before in my life. I hadn't even realized that I was so
close to the edge, but over I crashed like a train wreck in Siberia. The
poor slave was only just able to swallow fast enough to keep up with my
production. As Andre watched my reaction and heard the frenzied swallowing
coming from under the desk he was again thrown into gales of laughter. He
came over to the desk and cocking his head looked under it and said, "Well,
young Pavel, today has been a day of first for you, hasn't it? Only the
first of many. Hurry up and clean up my friend the Colonel as he and I have
to get over to the central supply depot and obtain some uniforms that
reflect our new rank and status and you're going to have to drive us
there."

End of Chp. 5